He stared at them for a beat too long and then quickly turned his back toward the cabinet hanging on the wall. His fingers fumbled awkwardly with some bottles of massage oil like he thought we’d just assume he was oh so busy with that task of fiddling with the containers of skin lube like an amateur juggler at a child’s fair.
Normally, seeing as I could be a bit of a bitch, I would’ve razzed him a little, but my mind was too busy with the bomb Georgie had just dropped in the room. Sheesh. Who would’ve thought my best friend had weapons of ass destruction in her back pocket? Though, I guess that was less surprising than finding out she had them in the front.
Gnome saying?
“Georgia, what did you just say?” I repeated my question.
Her eyes were bigger than saucers, but she tried to play it off. “Hmm?” she questioned with tight lips and a nervous giggle, proving irrefutably that she was still the world’s worst fucking liar.
“Did you just say that you let Big-dick in your back door?”
“Huh?”
I rolled my eyes and met Winnie’s mostly shocked, but slightly humor-filled eyes.
“I’m not hearing things, right? Her caboose is officially loose.”
Win shook her head.
“My little Wheorgie, longest running virgin in all the land of New York, just admitted to both of us that she has anal sex, right?”
“Yep.”
“And she said it in a way that leads us to believe that this isn’t a one and done kind of situation. Anal is legit in their sex rotation. It wasn’t just me, right? Did you hear those things too?”
Winnie smiled and nodded her head again, laughing so hard she was developing a wheeze.
“That’s not what I meant!” Georgia, face flamed in fifty shades of red, finally found the strength to chime in. “I said Kline wants to have anal sex.”
I laughed at that. “Every man wants to have anal sex. They have goddamn weekly meetings about it like Weight Watchers to see if they’ve reached their goal. Like a motherfucking weigh-in. But that’s not what you said.”
“That’s what I meant to say,” she asserted as her fingers fidgeted with the white sheet resting over her body, creasing the corners of her eyes in the least fluffing intimidating aggression in the world.
I tilted my head to the side and assessed her nervous expression closely. “What are you hiding? You’ve got a secret, and you’re not telling it. And you just accidentally tossed out that anal sex thing to try to steer me off course, but there’s something else, isn’t there? What aren’t you telling me, Wheorgie?”
“Nothing,” she responded defensively. “I don’t have any secrets.”
She looked at Winnie with a helpless expression. “Tell her I don’t have any secrets, Win.”
Winnie grimaced. “Sorry, honey, but you look like something is seriously on your mind. Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” Georgia answered more confidently. “Everything is okay.”
I decided it was time to unleash the crazy, creepy eyes in her direction. They were Georgia’s biggest weakness. They freaked her the fuck out and generally made her spill the beans.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she demanded and shielded her face. Her blue eyes peeked out through her opened fingers before she quickly closed them tight again. “Seriously, Cass,” she whined, “you’re freaking me out.”
“I’ll keep staring at you like this all night if I have to,” I announced. “Hell, if I have to do it while I breastfeed Eduardo to get relief from these goddamn watermelons on my chest, I’ll fucking do it.”
Eduardo sputtered and choked on his own saliva, and that’s when I realized he was still in the room, fingers still busy with those stupid massage oil bottles.
“For the love of God, no one is breastfeeding anyone in this room,” Winnie chimed in in exasperation.
“Yeah, please don’t breastfeed the masseuse, Cass,” Georgia added behind her hands. “That would be so weird.”
“Well, maybe you should fess up, you little secret keeper.”
“I don’t have anything to fess up to!”
“Georgia.” I tried to get her attention, but she ignored me.
“Fine!” I responded in exasperation. “Come here, Eduardo. I hope you’re not lactose intolerant.”
He started to step toward my direction, but Winnie was too quick, wrapping the sheet around her body and hopping off the massage table to nippleblock the masseuse.
“Yeah, how about you leave the room, buddy?” she instructed and motioned toward the door with her hand.
Eduardo just nodded his head and solemnly walked toward the door like the most disappointed baby bird in the whole wide world. His cheeks shone bright with embarrassment, but I had to give it to the guy—he had big brass balls in the face of it. Once he left the room, Winnie made sure the door was shut and locked.
“God, you sure know how to make things awkward as fuck,” she said on a laugh as she turned back toward the room. “And seriously, your breast milk doesn’t have lactose in it, you weirdo.”
“I can’t believe you were going to breastfeed our masseuse,” Georgia added.
I shrugged. “You try carrying around these fluffing gallon milk jugs on your chest and let me know how it goes. Plus, he looked hungry.”
Winnie burst into laughter. “Yeah, pretty sure his hunger had nothing to do with his stomach.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on, G?”
Her eyes met mine. “I can’t tell you right now. But I will. Soon. I promise.”
“It’s that big of a secret?”
She nodded.
“Shit, Wheorgie,” I said with a grimace. “I didn’t know it was that kind of secret. I just thought it was something equally random and amazing like the anal sex thing.”
She groaned. “I can’t believe I admitted that out loud.”
“I can’t believe you let Big-dick’s monster cock inside your ass.”
Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
My jaw practically hit the floor. “Oh my God, you totally love it. You love to get fucked in the ass.”
She wrapped her sheet around her body and proceeded to slide off the massage table. “Yeah, okay, I’m done with this conversation.”
But before she could start to get dressed, I jumped off my table and wrapped both arms around her body in a tight hug. “I can’t believe you’re a little ass pirate. I am so fucking proud of you. Collecting all that fucking booty like a pro.”
She groaned and shook her head, but I didn’t care, I wasn’t done with this lovefest.
“And I want you to know that I’m here for you no matter what, okay?”
“Awww, you guys,” Winnie chimed in, and the next thing I knew, her arms were wrapped around both of us. “I’m here for you too, Georgia. No matter what.”
“Thank you, guys.” She groaned and shook in our arms before admitting, “I love you both so much.”
“Awww, we love you too,” I cooed.
We stayed locked in our little half-naked hug for a long moment, and then I felt that pins and needles sensation of my milk letting down. “Uh-oh,” I muttered.
“Uh-oh?” Georgia asked, but the second she started to feel my breast milk seep onto her skin, she jumped away from me like my mammary glands had shot acid at her. “Oh, for fuck’s sake! Did you just spray me with your breast milk?”
Winnie stepped back with an amused grin, and we all just stood there, clad in only our underwear with the massage table sheets resting at our feet.
My breasts decided it was the perfect time to just let it all flow, and I couldn’t stop the milk from squirting out if I tried.
“Are you kidding me right now?” Georgia asked as she watched my nipples do their best impression of a geyser.
Winnie just giggled.
“Do they always do that?” Georgia’s nose scrunched up.
I shrugged. “Not always. Only when they’re just too full to keep the milk on lockdown.”
“Jesus,” Winnie muttered. “I’m pretty sure you could feed an entire third world country with your milk supply.”
“Now you see why I wasn’t opposed to letting Eduardo latch on to the teet and have a taste. My tits were hurting like a motherfucker.” I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I savored the sweet relief of the rock-hard fullness leaving my boobs.
I couldn’t stop a moan from leaving my lips.
Yeah. Sometimes it really does feel that good.
“Are you about to flash us your O-face while your nipples continue to squirt milk onto the floor?” Winnie teased.
“It could very well be a possibility.”
“I think this massage room is tainted now,” Georgia said. “They’re going to have to burn it to the ground. Too much weirdness has occurred in the past thirty minutes.”
“Don’t light the matches until my boobs stop flowing. I’d prefer not to have to sprint out of this room with milk shooting out of my nipples. Eduardo has already spent far too much time rearranging bottles for the day.”
“So it wasn’t just me, then?” Winnie asked. “I thought that man had spent an outrageous amount of time moving around like three bottles of massage oil. I was starting to get concerned I was seeing shit.”